STARING OUT OF A WINDOW

Some of us find ourselves sometimes staring out of a window every day and night,
Listening to the wind blow,

Wondering where is my life taking me?

When will my life finally take a turn for the better?

We stare at the leaves on the trees,
The blooming flowers,
We listen to the birds chirping in the air
And we wonder why.

Why can’t my life be as easy and beautiful as those birds who have their freedom?

Or those healthy leaves waving up in the air?

And then reality checks in,
Leaving us every day feeling like a caged animal or
A prison cellmate staring out of a window.   

While in deep thought of why you are not any of the above,
but tend to feel even worse when a person in prison who can befriend others,
Have their break time,
Gym time,
Gaming time,
but you’re just that guy.

That guy who wishes he could see a friend or a coworker,
When all he sees is that aging couch over there,
Along with his or her own life being wasted away minute by minute.

With people trying to do the right thing for you by trying to keep you safe from the outside world of opportunities,
While leaving you staring out of a window.

The seasons change,
The snow falls from the beautiful white clouds,
The snow melts away and the rain begins to splash down on the ground
While soiling the muddy banks for wild life’s creatures we love to return from.

The habitats of nature’s ways of life begin again full circle right before our own eyes.

And all we get to do is sit,
And stay seated while our eyes start to water up,
As we bow our heads to the wooden floor so not to be seen.
As we continue in our wonderment of the outside world from staring out of a window.      

Watching cars drive by,
Watching for kids on the street when there aren’t any,
And watching those older folks who were taking their daily walks.
Staring at them wondering what a wonderful life.

But then those folks who you never met stopped coming.
Cars full of kids lessened as you notice lives dying away all around you.
While you sat wasting your own away while staring out of a window.

Year by year you stay,
Looking at the ground while the leaves on the trees begin to fall.
The green grass that you haven’t ever stepped on dies,
The precious flowers wilt,
The birds fly south and you find your self all alone.
Dying away and coming back to life again like the leaves on the trees,
The grass begins to prosper.

Your friends return from down south while all along you still find yourself in denial of what your life could have achieved.

While we find ourselves in that same exact spot on that aging couch staring out of a window.